open fields
crimson leaves
fog on the horizon
velvet holiday hearts
running hand in hand
the smell of wet earth
morning mist
red holly berries
still and quiet deer
Flashback
All posts by spanishwoods
Open
open me–
i will exhale upon your touch
and unlock
that which lies within
Imagined
your hushed voice
floats above my head
with the clouds
and the wind
and my imagined memories
These Words Right Now
alchemy
shimmer
gingerbread
clay moons
reflections
tinsel
orange slices
gold dust
conifer
masquerade
looking glass
alembic
candy apples
silver linings
Evidence
left behind
Daydream
“Everybody knows deep down that life is as much about the things that do not happen as the things that do and that’s not something that ought to be glossed over or denied because without frustration there would hardly be any need to daydream.”
from the novel, Pond by Claire-Louise Bennett
A Good Day
when i see the heron land in the marsh
when the geese fly close enough to hear their swishing wings
when a good book can’t be put down
when saturday morning breakfast brings us together
when an evening walk by the water happens at midnight
when i find a hawk feather in the grass–
it has been a very good day
Thanksgiving
To everyone in the US, Happy Thanksgiving Day.
Resilience
november pansy, you have lived through an 80 degree day, frost-filled mornings, slanting rain, a dusting of shiny snow and fierce, cold winds– you, tiny one, are the picture of resilience
Iberian Stone
someone, a very long time ago, carved circular celtic braids into a rose-colored piece of stone–
after it was done, did he run his hands gently upon the surface of his work with love and tenderness?
i like to think that he did
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